Date: Sat, 20 Nov 2010 10:09:27 +1100
From: Marcus McNally <marcusis32@live.com.au>
Subject: Love On The Rocks 5

This story contains sexual situations between two males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story.  If you are
under 18 years of age you are probably not legally allowed to read this
story.  This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to
persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
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*************

Ty and I had been languishing on the balcony, soaking up the rays as our
seafood lunch settled.  We were relaxed and the rest of the afternoon and
evening were ahead of us, yet sex was hanging heavily in the air and we
were both aware of our desire to explore and then ravage each other's
bodies again.

I was about to make an indecent proposal when the doorbell rang.  We were
both surprised, and rose at the same time.  Ty stopped in the lounge and I
walked on to the door.  Opening it, I was confronted by Ty's
worried-looking manager.

"Hey Vince," I said.

"Hi, Mike." Vince replied.  "Ty here?"

"Yeah, come on in.  If you need to talk business I can make myself scarce."

"No, actually I need to speak with both of you."

Vince walked through to the lounge where Ty was now sprawled on a couch.

"This looks like trouble," said Ty jokingly.

"Let's hope not," said Vince.  "I don't want trouble.  I need to talk to
both of you about last night."

Ty shrugged.  "Shoot," was all he said.

"Here's the deal, guys.  I know what happened at Bedarra."

"Yeah, I did the showcase, Vince. You were there!" Ty laughed.

"I mean I know what happened after the gig."

Ty's eyes narrowed slightly.  "Not quite sure what you're getting at
Vince?"

"Well, to put it bluntly, I know what went down between you and Mike in
your villa."

Ty suddenly got angry.  "What the fuck, Vince??" he spat.  "You're spying
on me now?"

"Settle down Ty," Vince countered.  "When I got back to my villa, I checked
my email and the record company had sent through the artwork for your next
single.  I figured you'd probably still be up, so I was coming over to show
it to you.  I got as far as the stairs leading to the balcony and all I
could hear was the unmistakable sound of someone getting well and truly
fucked.  And I don't think I was hearing some rock star groupie getting her
pussy banged."

"Fuck you Vince," Ty exploded.  "My private life is fucking private, and
it's none of your fucking business."

I suddenly started feeling queasy, and wasn't sure what to do or say.  I
sat with my head in my hands.

"Actually, you are my goddamn business Ty," Vince retorted, his voice
raised. "Your career is on the rise and right now, the sky's the limit.
You've sold more than 200,000 albums in this country alone and 75% of those
sales were from teenage girls whose pussies get wet just looking at
pictures of your pretty-boy face.  If word gets out that you're a
cocksucker, most of them are gonna move on."

"Fuck you Vince," said Ty, whose anger surprised me.  "So what are you
saying?  Is it goodbye Mike?  You wanna control my life to that extent?"

Vince looked out the window for a few moments before responding, "Ty, I
personally don't care what you do in bed or who you do it with.  I kinda
knew you were probably gay, but I've let it ride until now."

"Oh really?" asked Ty sarcastically.  "And just how did you `kinda know',
Vince?"

"Come on man," Vince chided.  "You've been set up with some of the hottest
chicks in the country.  All those photo opportunities with beautiful models
and never once were they seen leaving your room the next morning.  In fact,
I don't think they ever even made it back to your room.  And I picked up on
the way you've been looking at Mike.  But it's my job to fan the flame that
you're a hot stud sticking it to beautiful girls all over the country."

"So how many people know?" Ty asked tentatively.

"Just me at this stage, Ty," Vince replied.  "That's what I'm saying.  You
need to keep this close and quiet, or your career's out the fucking
window."

It was Ty's turn to hold his head in his hands.  "So let's cut to the chase
Vince.  What are you actually saying?"

"What I'm saying Ty, and I'm saying this to Mike as well, is that whatever
you do behind closed doors is OK with me, but you've gotta be discrete.
For the time being Ty, you've gotta keep up appearances and let the myth
that's built up around you keep on going.  Don't kill the goose that lays
the golden egg, mate."

"So is that what you're fucking worried about Vince?" Ty seethed between
gritted teeth. "You might lose your meal ticket?"

"I'll forget you said that," Vince snapped.  "I'm worried that you finally
got the one thing you wanted in life -- a market for your music -- and
you could potentially piss it all away."

"But what you're asking me to do is not be true to myself," Ty argued.
"This is me, Vince, it's who I am.  Thanks to Mike, I know that for sure
now.  And you're asking me to live a lie?"

Vince groaned, and it was his turn to put his head in his hands.  I felt I
had to say something.

"Ty, I think Vince has a point," I said, as both of them looked up.  "All
he's really saying, I think, is that it's OK what you do, but you've just
gotta be careful to keep your private life completely private, and that
means being discrete.  And I'm all for that.  I mean, speaking for myself,
I'm not looking to be splashed all over the magazines as some kind of `rock
star gay lover'.  And you don't want that either, because your career could
stall and you haven't nearly realised your potential."

Vince finally smiled.  "I liked you the moment I met you," he said.  "In a
funny kind of way, it's good having you around because you can probably
knock some sense into your boyfriend here."

Ty was about to explode again but I held up my hand and he went quiet.
"Time for a beer break, guys," I said, watching them both shift nervously
in their seats as I necked the lagers.

Handing them each a bottle, I held mine up in a toast.  "Here's to the
future, boys," I smiled.  "Ty, I'm here for you and I'm happy to float
around in the background.  And Vince, God bless you for looking out for
him.  Time you both kissed and made up."

"I'm not kissing that mouth," Vince chuckled.  "I know where it's been ..."

Ty laughed and the tension dissipated.  "A kiss would be nice, Vince.  You
know you want to ..."

"Tell you what fellas," Vince grinned.  "Let's forget the kissy-kissy stuff
and I'll take you both out for lunch.  There's that great little Italian
place in Broadbeach."

"We've already eaten, Vince," Ty replied.  "Besides, we have other plans."

"What plans?"

"We're gonna stay inside all afternoon and fuck."

"Jesus Christ!"

Ty stood up and move in front of me, making an exaggerated gesture of
kissing me.

Vince groaned.  "Christ, get a room you two!"

"We have a room Vince," Ty responded.  "And you shouldn't be in it.".

"Right, so what am I gonna do then?"

"You can stay and watch if you like," Ty grinned, as he pulled off his tee
shirt off and dropped his jeans, leaving himself standing in a pair of
obscenely tented white fitted boxers.

"Hey, didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to point?" Vince asked.

"It's not pointing at you Vince," Ty countered.  "It's pointing to the
door."

I jumped in again.  "Sorry Vince," I said, as sympathetically as I could.
"I'm Ty's lawyer now, and I have to take instruction from him.  Apparently
he wants me to take down his briefs!"

"Time I left," said Vince, getting up.  "I'm going back to my hotel to
watch some good old fashioned boy- on-girl porn!"

"Tell you what Vince," I suggested.  "Give us a call around 7 and then come
over and we'll order some food in."

"Sounds like a plan," Vince said.  "Make sure you're dressed though."

Ty and Vince shook hands sheepishly, and I walked Vince to the door.  Ty
called out, "We'll order some Coq au Vin for you Vince, and I'll have Coq
of Mike!"

"Faggot!"

"You got it Vincey!" Ty called back. "And if I'm a faggot, that means
you're 20% faggot!"

Vince laughed all the way to the door, where he put his arm around my
shoulder and squeezed.  "If he has to be gay, I think I'm glad you're the
other guy.  You make him happy, and it makes my job a whole lot easier if
I've got a happy star on my hands."

"You've been great about this Vince," I said.  "Thanks."

"I'm a great guy, Mike," he smiled, looking me straight in the eye.  "And I
like you.  I'm gonna say this only once - if you do the wrong thing by him,
I'll punch those pearly white teeth of yours so far down your throat you'll
have to shove a toothbrush up your ass to clean `em.  You know what I'm
saying?"

"I hear ya, Vince," I grinned.  "Can't stand and chat.  I have to put on my
Batman suit.  Ty's Robin, and Batman's gonna invade the Batcave.  And
Vince, you don't wanna know where the Batcave is ..."

"Faggot," laughed Vince as he headed for the lift.

"See you around 7!"

I closed the door and walked back into the lounge were Ty had obviously
heard what I'd said to Vince.  He was naked, standing in the doorway of the
bedroom.

"Batman, you saved my life!" he said.

God!  Looks ... ass ... cock ... and he obviously loves Batman movies as
much as I do.

"It was the least I could do," I said, settling into the character.

"How can I ever combat you again after all you've done for me?" he asked.

"Let's hope it never comes to that, because in the end veracity and
rectitude always triumph."

"Are you spoken for?'

"Huh?"

"Married, engaged, or going steady?"

"My crime fighting leaves me little time for social engagements."

Breaking from the script, he smirked, "I think you need to drive the
Batmobile into the Batcave ..."

He backed up towards the bed as I walked towards him, closing the bedroom
door behind me.

As for what happened next ... Holy hole in a doughnut, Batman! ...

**********

Ty had told Vince that we were going to stay inside all afternoon and fuck,
and that's exactly what we did.  Twice, in fact.  The moment the bedroom
door closed Ty was on me like a seagull on a hot chip, ripping at my
clothes.  I don't think I've ever been naked so fast.

In contrast to the previous evening's gentle love-making, this was the
urgent, brutal fuck we both desperately had to have.  Ty needed his ass
ploughed and was happy enough to let me know it using the dirtiest talk
imaginable, and I needed to spurt my curd.  The country's most talked-about
rock star was a writhing, panting mess beneath me as the head of my cock
prodded his opening once or twice, before precum assisted my progress and I
sank into him fully.  And then it was on for young and old.  For a good 20
minutes I pistoned my prick in and out of Ty's tight, clutching ass as we
moaned, groaned and kissed.  When Ty's orgasm hit, his ass muscles
involuntarily clamped around my cock and pulled me towards my own
shattering climax and my mind faded to black as I emptied my balls deep
inside him.

A couple of hours later, we fucked again, this time more gently and
tenderly, with Ty on all fours gazing out to sea, me on my knees behind
him, gently pumping in and out of his core and letting the feeling slowly
build.  As my overworked balls moved closer to my body and let me know that
the bald guy was going to puke again very soon, I reached around and took
Ty's throbbing flesh flute and stroked it in time with my final
thrusts. Growls and grunts echoed around the room as we lost our loads
within seconds of each other.

Between the bouts of fucking, we sucked each other's cocks.  I gave Ty a
repeat of the penis polish I'd given him in the shower this morning, only
this time he was lying down.  And Ty finally got to smoke my dick and
reassure me at the same time that when it came to cock-sucking, he was top
of the charts.

By the time 6pm rolled around, we were knackered from four orgasms between
us.  We lay naked on the bed together, content to smirk at one another,
kiss, and play with each other's spent cocks and balls.  Simple pleasures
of course, but just lying together with hands wrapped around each other's
nuggets filled me with a sense of happiness I'd not felt in a very long
time.

At 6.30, I extricated myself from Ty's embrace and suggested that we have a
shower so we'd be ready when Vince arrived at 7.

In the shower, we took turns washing each other's bodies.  It felt great
rubbing my soapy hands all over Ty's naked, muscled body and having his
gentle hands washing away the sweat and dried cum that seemed to be
everywhere.  I especially enjoyed washing Ty's irresistible ass, my hand
massaging each cheek in turn.  When my fingers found their way to the
valley between and one slipped inside him, he groaned.

"Don't start something you can't finish mate!" he laughed.  "Unless you
wanna maybe ring Vince and cancel? ..."

I grinned and slapped his ass.  "It's too late to blow off Mr Twenty
Percent now," I chuckled, as I padded back to the bedroom and changed into
jeans and a shirt.  Ty followed me in and pulled on a pair of cargo pants
and a long sleeved `Dallas Cowboys' tee-shirt.

"Mate, when you're all freshly scrubbed, you look like a little boy," I
grinned.

"I am a little boy," he grinned back. "A naughty little boy who has naughty
thoughts about another little boy!"

Dressed, we grabbed a couple of beers and stood on the balcony taking in
the view.  By 7.25 we were starting to wonder whether Vince had made other
plans, and Ty was about to phone his mobile when the doorbell rang.

We both walked back through the apartment and opened the door to Vince, who
had a six-pack of beer and a bottle of white wine in his hands.

"Hey Vince," we said at the same time.

"G'day boys," he replied, handing over the liquor.  "This is to replenish
the supplies."

We walked through to the lounge and as I opened a beer for Vince, he
suddenly remarked, "Shit, this place smells of cum!"

Ty and I laughed, and Ty replied, "You oughta smell the inside of my mouth
Vince!"

"Jesus Christ," Vince groaned.  "Faggots!"

There was no tension this time, just three guys getting together for a meal
and a few drinks.  Any insults this evening would be laughed off
good-naturedly.

"Where's dinner?" Vince asked.

"We haven't done anything about food yet," I offered.  "We weren't sure
what you'd feel like.  I can arrange for George to get us some really good
takeout Chinese."

"Sounds great," Vince enthused.  "Chicken, broccoli and cashews for me.
What about you Ty?"

"Well," said Ty with a twinkle in his eye.  "I've been really hanging out
for Cream Of Sum Yung Gai, but I've had a couple of serves of that already
today ..."

Vince groaned again.  "Spare me the details ..."

Ty looked at me.  "Just stir-fried Asian greens for me then, and some
rice."

I picked up the phone and called George, repeated Vince and Ty's orders,
and added a serve each of honey prawns and beef with black beans.  We
finished another beer each before George delivered the food and, as always,
dished it all up before exiting.

And so the evening went.  We tucked into the food, told jokes, hung shit on
each other and laughed.  We laughed a lot. When he gets going, Vince is a
funny guy, full of hilarious stories about life `on the road' with top
music artists.  He's a `no names' kind of guy, but the stories he told were
highly entertaining.

Later in the evening, the chat turned to business and Vince reminded us
that he was returning to Sydney the following morning, and that Ty had two
more days in Coolangatta before his evening flight to Sydney ahead of his
early morning appearance on `The Morning Show' on which he was being
interviewed and performing his next single "Deep Inside Of You", as well as
plugging his first full national tour which was kicking off a fortnight
later.

Inwardly, this was my first real acknowledgement of that fact that Ty and I
only had a couple more days together and Ty was obviously tuned into my
thought process.

"Hey Mike," he piped up.  "Why don't you come on tour with us?  It's not
unusual to have your lawyer on the road, and we'd have a great time."

I was caught a bit off-guard.  "That'd be fantastic, mate," I replied.
"Not sure how I'd go getting more leave from work though ..."

Vince cleared his throat and we both looked at him.  "Sorry fellas," he
said, somewhat apologetically.  "Ty, I'm not so sure that's a great idea.
This is your first proper tour and there's a lot riding on it, especially
with the new single coming out.  I'm really relying on you to stay fully
focused."

Ty's angry side was threatening to surface again as he started to protest,
so I jumped in to prevent another confrontation.

"Vince is right, Ty" I said.  "You need to channel all your energies into
the concerts and there'll be all the other stuff as well, like media and
in-store appearances.  I'd only be in the way. We can talk on the phone
whenever you like and we'll catch up when you're in Melbourne."

Ty looked disappointed, but nodded.  "I guess," he said softly.  "It's just
nice to have someone to share the performance `high' with."

"You've got me," said Vince, a little tongue-in-cheek.

"Thanks Vince," said Ty glumly.  "Not sure you'd want to `share' the same
way as Mike and I share though."

"Too right," said Vince.  "Faggots!"

Vince glanced at his watch and noted it was 11pm.  "Time for me to get some
shut-eye, boys," he said.  "Got an early flight.  Thanks for the meal.  See
you in Sydney Ty, and Mike, I'll see you when the tour hits Melbourne."

Vince shook both our hands and I saw him to the door.

"Thanks again for calming everything down Mike," Vince said.  "You're good
with him."

"No problem, Vince.  I'll see you soon."

Ty and I cleared away the empty bottles and stacked the dishwasher with
dirty plates and glasses.  After a marathon afternoon of hot sex, a heavy
Chinese meal, several beers and a couple of wines, we were both in need of
sleep.  Once the apartment was tidy, we took turns in taking a leak in the
bathroom, stripped off and climbed into bed.  Ty immediately snuggled in
under my arm and rested his head on my chest.  Again, no words were
necessary.  We just enjoyed the closeness and every now and again, I kissed
the top of his head.

I'm not sure who fell asleep first, but the next thing I knew it was
morning.

**********

I knew it was probably time to get up, but the thought of a nice cuddle
with Ty to start the day was too much of a temptation.  I turned over and
reached for him, but his side of the bed was empty.  I sat up and called
his name and from somewhere in the apartment he called back "Morning!  Be
there in a sec!"

A couple of minutes later he walked in carrying a steaming cup of freshly
brewed coffee.  He pressed the remote control to open the curtains, put my
coffee on the bedside table and leaned over and kissed me.  He tasted of
peppermint.

Freshly showered and dressed, he looked disarmingly cute.  "You look very
...tasty," I grinned.

"You can snack on me later if you like, but I've got another session with
the contractor.  I've got to meet him at my apartment in 20 minutes."

"Hey, what if he gets in first?  He won't be able to resist those good
looks ..."

Ty started to laugh.  "That's funny," he laughed.  "You should meet my
contractor.  His name's Dazza, for starters.  He drives a ute, his other
car's a Harley, and he refers to his wife as `Her Indoors' ..."

"Say no more," I chuckled.

"What's even funnier is, the first time he met me when he came to quote on
the job, he was like, `you're that rock star aren't you?'," Ty recalled.
"When I nodded he said, `yeah, Tyson Hill.  Her Indoors plays your bloody
album all the time.  Not my cup of tea, really.  I prefer hard rock'."

I cracked up.  "I'm surprised he got the job."

"He's a rough diamond, for sure," Ty replied, "but he had fantastic
references and his quote was reasonable.  He didn't up the price because
I'm well known, which everyone else seems to do."

"Well, you go shoot the shit with Dazza," I said.  "What time will you be
back?"

"Dunno, probably 11, 11.30," Ty replied.

"What do you wanna do later?"

"I'm thinking I wouldn't mind a steak and salad at Petroni's in Broadbeach.
We could cruise on down there for lunch.  The owner's a cool guy and he
always seats me away from the windows."

"Sounds good to me mate," I nodded enthusiastically.

"Anything you wanna do later?" Ty asked.

"Well, seeing we're going for a drive, there's one thing I'd kill to do,
but I kinda don't like to ask," I said gingerly.

"Really?  Name it."

"Mate, I would give my right ball to drive a Gran Turismo, just once," I
said, referring to the mega- expensive BMW 550i Ty's record company had
made available for his stay on the Coast.

As I expected, Ty frowned.  "Not so sure about that Mike," he said glumly.
"It's the insurance.  The policy clearly states that the car can only be
driven by the policy holder -- me -- and by one other driver, but the
other driver has to commit to fucking the policy holder senseless within 12
hours of the said drive."

"You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Hill" I smirked, "but I drive something even
harder, and I do believe I can accommodate the requirements of that
policy."  Lifting back the bed covers, I added, "In fact I've started to
rise to the challenge already ..."

Ty laughed, and as he grabbed his keys and wallet he said, "Nutritionists
say that fillet steak for lunch and tube steak for dinner is the perfect
diet for a growing Rock Star!"

"Get your hand off it, wanker boy," I laughed, throwing a pillow at him.

As Ty closed the front door, I got out of bed, poured a second cup of
coffee and watched the news headlines on Sky Channel.  I shaved and went
for my usual run along the beach, which was already filling up with sun
worshippers taking advantage of yet another sunny, cloudless Queensland
day.

Back in the apartment I showered and dressed for lunch and then checked
emails and made some calls before the front door open.

"I've just had some bad news Mike," were Ty's first words.

"What's happened?" I asked anxiously.

"Dazza says he heard on the radio that `Deep Inside Of You' was going to be
my next single and apparently, that's a stupid mistake."

I laughed.  "I thought Dazza didn't like your album?"

"He doesn't," Ty replied.  "But because `Her Indoors' plays it constantly
he's got to know the songs, and he reckons the lyrics of `Deep Inside Of
You' are, to quote him accurately, `a load of bollocks'."

"So what does he suggest should be the next single?"

"Apparently, there's nothing else on the album that's any good, and I
should be getting a new album out as soon as possible, and this time I
should make sure there are some good songs on it."

I looked at Ty as sympathetically as I could.  "I know that the frank,
honest truth often hurts, mate," I said, trying not to laugh.  "Let's say I
take you out to lunch to drown your sorrows.  Oh, and I'll drive."

Ty grinned and threw me his keys.  "Let's go," he said.

Driving the 2010 BMW 550i Gran Turismo was every bit the blast I thought it
would be, as we cruised down the Gold Coast Highway, gliding in and out of
traffic and listening to music radio.  We gave the aircon a miss as we
wound down the windows and let the breeze blow through our hair.  Each time
we slowed down to pass through a shopping strip, people did double takes.
At first, they were dazzled by the car and then, a second realization that
Tyson Hill was in the passenger seat. Some gave a squeal, some waved,
others held their mobile phones up to try and get a photo.  Ty smiled
tolerantly through it all, waving and smiling back.

Eventually we hit Albert Avenue and managed to fluke a park right outside
Petroni's.  As we hopped out a handful of people stood back and stared, one
or two of them saying an excited "hi".  Within seconds Carl, the restaurant
manager, was ushering us through to the back of the restaurant, where a
high seated booth shielded us from other patrons.

Carl and Ty chatted amiably for a while and when a star-struck 20-something
waitress nervously approached, Ty flashed her his most disarming smile and
said, "Eye fillet for me, with sides of steamed asparagus, rosemary
potatoes and Bok Choy."

She looked at me and I shrugged.  "Sounds good," I smiled.  "I'll have what
he's having."

Indeed, it was a good choice.  The steak melted in our mouths and the
vegetables were cooked to perfection.  I congratulated Ty on the choice and
commented on his predilection for green vegetables.

"When we were growing up on the farm, Mum and Dad grew all their own
veggies," Ty explained.  "We were made to eat them whether we liked them or
not.  In fact, we had to eat the green things first before we could ever
have the good stuff, like chips.  Dad's favourite saying was `you'll grow
up healthy if you eat your greens and shit `em out yer ass'!"

As he worked our way through the main course, Carl appeared with a bottle
of vintage Mount Mary Pinot Noir which, very generously, was "on the
house".

For dessert we shared a chocolate souffle and, once the wine was finished
and our coffees had been drunk, Ty settled the bill and we made our
exit. Ty stopped once or twice on the way out to shake hands with well
wishers and fans, and then we were back on the highway heading for Grand
Apartments.

I battled to keep to the speed limit, so effortlessly did the Gran Turismo
hug the road.  We both started laughing when Ty's "Game Of Chance" was
played on Triple J, and the announcer mentioned the fact that "Deep Inside
Of You" was being released the following Monday as the album's third
single.

"Tyson Hill has big things ahead of him," he announcer crooned as the
station's news theme began to play.

"I'm looking forward to seeing that big thing ahead of you, mate," I
smirked and by reply, Ty reached over from the passenger seat and tweaked
my nipple through my tee shirt.

Back at the Grand, I parked the car in the basement and we took the lift to
the top floor.  Opening the apartment door I immediately noticed a small
gift-wrapped parcel with a blank envelope attached, which George must have
delivered.

I opened the card and read it to Ty.  "It's from Vince," I said.  "He says,
`Hey faggots, maybe if you watch this, I can welcome you back to my side!
Vince.'"

I tossed the parcel to Ty who unwrapped it and held up a straight porn DVD
called `Swallow This'.  We both cracked up and Ty said "Haven't watched
straight porn for years, and I don't think I'm about to start now!"

"I dunno mate," I replied. "It's got Peter North in it and he's pretty hot
..."

"Hotter than me?" Ty asked, feigning a hurt expression.

"Of course not, mate," I chuckled.  "No-one's hotter than you. Well, except
for that rock star.  What's his name?  He's got that hit album.  It's
called `Love To Get My Rocks Off', or something like that."

I managed to dodge the flying DVD which landed in the corner of the room.

"Wanna lay by the pool and soak up some rays?" I asked.

"Yeah, let's do it."

In the bedroom we stripped.  Ty pulled on a pair of boardies similar to the
ones his brother Scott favored, while I tugged on a Speedo.

Ty looked at me appreciatively.  "Mate, they're supposed to be budgie
smugglers," he said. "Looks like you've got an owl down the front of
those!"

"Only difference is, an owl only does its business by night," I shot back.
"What's inside here is ready to do business any hour, night or day."

"Praise the Lord," laughed Ty, waving his arms in the air like a deranged
gospel singer.

I was grabbing beach towels when Ty suddenly emerged from the balcony,
looking like he'd had a change of heart.  "Mike, there's a lot of people at
the pool.  I don't know if I'm up to being stared at all afternoon.  You
mind if we sunbathe up here?"

"Nah mate," I grinned.  "Cool with me."

Ty dragged two sun lounges out from the shade while I grabbed a couple of
cold beers and for the next couple of hours, we lay soaking up the sun,
chatting absent-mindedly about anything and everything.  By 4.30, the sun
was shifting and we moved back inside.

Ty stripped off his board shorts in the lounge while I padded off to the
bathroom to take a leak.  When I walked back into the lounge, Ty was naked
with his back to me, flipping through the pages of his new publishing
contract.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked.

"Just going through my `vehicle insurance policy'," he replied.  "Trying to
find that damn clause about the second driver's commitment to fuck the
policy holder ..."

Behind him, I grinned.  I dropped my Speedo and walked towards him, sinking
to my knees before pushing him gently forward over the dining room table.

"I told you'd I'd honor the commitment," I said, as I spread his toned ass
cheeks and ran the flat of my tongue up and over his musky man hole.  On
the downward stroke, I slipped the tip of my tongue into his moist opening
and wiggled it around.

"Is this what the insurance company had in mind?" I asked.

I took his long, growling moan as a definite `yes!'.

**********

And so it went for the next 24 hours or so, my last whole day and night
with Ty before he flew out to Sydney for his TV appearance, the release of
his new single and rehearsals for his national tour.

We didn't leave the apartment once.  We ate in, watched TV, lay in the sun,
soaked in the hot tub, drank beer, read books and even did a crossword
together.  The rest of the time, we fucked, sucked cock, kissed, hugged and
then fucked some more.

Late the following afternoon, a couple of hours before Ty departed for the
airport, we made love and it was every bit as romantic and sensual as that
first night at Bedarra.  We were once again in the missionary position, and
for the 20 or so minutes that my cock pistoned in and out of Ty's clinging
channel, our eyes remained locked.  We barely blinked, so intense was our
private act, and I realized moments before I filled him with sac syrup that
I'd fallen in love with him.  Big time.

Eventually we disentangled and as Ty started throwing his things into his
suitcases, I faced the reality that we were about to part.  I felt a sense
of sadness, but drove it away with thoughts of us catching up again when
Ty's tour hit Melbourne.

We were both still naked and, sensing my subdued mood, Ty turned to me,
took hold of my dick and said "You reckon we can get these fuckers hard
again?"

"There's no time!" I exclaimed.

"Nah, we won't be using them unfortunately," he replied, adding "Trust me",
as he started to manipulate his cock and my own at the same time.  Despite
our recent exertions, we both cracked very impressive boners
simultaneously, and Ty reached for his mobile phone.  Standing side by
side, Ty positioned the phone so that he could snap a close-up photo of our
blue-veined junket pumpers.

"What the fuck?" I asked.

"Just wait," he said, as he saved the photo and then attached it to a text
message.  He tapped the keys and hit send.

"I just sent Vince the photo of our cocks," he grinned.  "The message said
`We're missing you heaps Vince, love Ty and Mike'!"

We both grinned at each other and, still naked, hugged.  Silently we got
dressed and Ty asked if I wanted to go to the airport with him?  Much as I
hate airport farewells, I wanted to be with him every moment until Qantas
stole him away from me.  I nodded.

In the carpark, Ty handed me the keys.  "You drive, mate," he said.  "We
need to drop the car off first."

I drove to the airport, neither of saying much, each lost in our own
thoughts.  All too soon, we were there and as I pulled up to the rental car
drop-off spot, Ty jumped out and took care of the paperwork.  Grabbing his
luggage, we headed for the business class check-in and then to the business
lounge where we sat apart.  With all eyes on Ty, we did our best to look
like colleagues.

The silence was broken by a message alert on Ty's mobile.  "It's Vince," he
smiled.  "This oughta be good!"

He opened the message, looked up at me and grinned.  "What do you reckon he
said?" Ty asked.

I grinned back.  "Faggots!"

"You got it!"

Moments later, Ty's flight was called and with eyes still boring holes into
him, we could do nothing more than shake hands.  I was pretty much lost for
words, other than to say as sincerely as I could, "Thanks for everything,
mate.  This has been the best few days of my life."

Ty threw protocol and discretion to the wind, reaching out and hugging me
tight.  He smacked me on the back, picked up his bags and stroll
purposefully through the lounge to the departure gate.  Before he reached
the corner and disappeared, he turned and mouthed, "I love you."  And with
a wink, he was gone.

I stood rooted to the spot temporarily, taking in what had just happened.
Tyson Hill just told me he loved me.  Fuck me dead!  He'd said it within an
hour of me realizing that I loved him, too.

When I'd flown to Coolangatta earlier in the month for a break from work
pressures, I'd hoped to get lucky with a bit of anonymous man sex, to maybe
fire off a few loads into a transient mouth or ass, and return to work
feeling relaxed and relieved.

I certainly hadn't expected to find the man of my wet dreams, and fall head
over heels in love with him.

And I certainly wasn't expecting -- or prepared for -- the shock that
lay in wait for me on my return home to Melbourne ...

**********

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